Happy day, Mom!
As we are
They say that mother is only one, and that's one of the most beautiful truths in the world. It happens that, for the mother — for that “one” — her children are always children, no matter if they are 2 years, 15 or 42. She remains firm and immutable throughout the decades, from changes, good times and bad times. Sign when they demand and demand it, and also sign when they grow up and “no longer need it.” For children, however, that “one” mother does change over the years. At first, it is the reason for our existence, the love of our life, that sustains and protects us. Over time it becomes, perhaps, the first target of rebelliousness: suddenly, Mom does not know anything, she does not understand anything, although deep down we know that we can not live without it. When we become adults, the relationship becomes peer; but, even if we treat us as adults, for mom we will always be his children. Your baby who falls in love and break her heart, her baby who receives or gets the job of her dreams, her children who have their own children and renew her life. Towards the end, it may be Mom who needs us, who sues and demands us, who we have to care and protect, and the circle of life ends its return. Then we realize that it was really always her, only one, who was by our side even when we didn't ask for it, even when we didn't deserve it. Until when we didn't even realize it. Mother's Day is not to buy cell phones, flowers, or eat ravioli: Mother's Day is an excuse, once a year, to try to thank her for everything she did for us; to try to understand how a single person could have been able to all that. Happy day, Mom!